the caffeine and sugar will have to get me through until beer o'clock

so yesterday was a somewhat frustrating day workwise, what with getting nothing done in the 6 hours i spent at NSI, and ending up missing my fedex package pickup AGAIN (because fedex sucks, almost as bad as UPS now, and so DHL here i come!) so when i got home i immediately threw down my work bag, slipped into something a little more comfortable and went in search of chocolate. i don't get choco cravings often but when i do, they are *forceful*. so i grabbed some books and headed out to a little cafe near the house where i found this little guy, sitting all lonely in the case and wanting me to help him fulfill his destiny:

happiness is a personal sized chocolate pie

so i did. i bought him, and i etimup and had a choco/coffee goodness mix and all was well. then i window shopped for a while, had a glass of wine and took the dog for an epic walk, the kind we were very fond of pre- debilitating injury. it was good, she limped after about 90 min, but not too bad and we were able to walk ourselves right into a fabulous nights sleep, which i needed and enjoyed.

which brings me to this morning, and why i need a drink already, even though it's not even lunch time. since yesterday was such a wash i thought i would get an early start today and left the house at 9 to go pick up my package before the fedex place closed and then get to work by 10. ha HA! and not like funny ha, HA like "fat fucking chance your karma is apparently dirty and you're not getting anything easy today kiddo" ha

90 MINUTES LATER i turn up at the fedex office. i havent even opened the stupid package yet, because after the ordeal of getting it (i won't even talk about getting back out of the industrial/dock/coal plant area of baltimore (off topic: baltimore apparently has an industrial/dock/coal plant area)) i kind of hate the person who sent it, i def hate fedex and i just dont think the things inside will shine like they should if i'm having to look at them inside a dirty parking garage of a place i don't want to be at anyway and so i'm going to wait until later when i can try it all on with a mirror and some beyonce and some booze. is it beer o'clock yet?

instead i'll have to make do with a cookie and this here coffee, which admittedly should help loads but i am ready for the weekend. coping skills this week are at an all time low, and i am close to the edge. i'm seriously considering skipping out of the whole she-bang and heading back home for a nap and some booze. monday's going to suck anyhow just by virtue of being a monday, so i'm thinking i could put off all of today's bits until then and just have a giant suckfast of it all (and not in the good way)

gross.